Sunday, 20 November 2011
Saturday is Caption Day.
Caption Day again at Mammasaurus. I found this pic the other day when I was scanning Dad's old slides.
Dad took this whilst on a trip around Australia with his best friend after they finished uni around 1971-72. What can you come up with??
Join the fun with Mammasaurus.
Dad took this whilst on a trip around Australia with his best friend after they finished uni around 1971-72. What can you come up with??
Join the fun with Mammasaurus.
Saturday, 19 November 2011
My First Blogging Award!
The gorgeous Viv at Melksham Mum (in her hot new frock) has given me my FIRST EVER blogging award. So big kisses to Viv, thank you! As we say here in Australia, 'This is going straight to the pool room.'
So, here it is.
In exchange for this fabulous award, I must share with you Seven Secret Things about myself. "Ooo goody," I hear you nosey parkers saying. I then pass the award on to fifteen - fifteen???? - othersuckers awesome bloggers.
1. At thirty-five I still hide in the pantry, sneaking food.
2. I like the smell of pencil sharpenings.
3. I have one toenail that isn't polished.
4. My favourite perfume is Eternity but I can't wear it all the time because it gives me hayfever.
5. I used to be an artists' model for TAFE art students. Yes, I was once quite liberated!
6. I turn my music up really loud and dance when I bake.
7. I'm scared of roosters.
That's about as secret as I can be right now. So the fifteen lucky bloggers are:
@MammasaurusBlog
@goodgoogs
@My_Big_Nutshell
@Glowless
@1978rebecca
@altait
@relucthousedad
@KateTakes5
@Holly_Homemaker
@Mid30sLife
@Woogsworld
@ClaireyHewitt
@tara_cain
@WhoaMumma
Phew. Thanks again Viv. And you look smokin' in your new frock!
So, here it is.
In exchange for this fabulous award, I must share with you Seven Secret Things about myself. "Ooo goody," I hear you nosey parkers saying. I then pass the award on to fifteen - fifteen???? - other
1. At thirty-five I still hide in the pantry, sneaking food.
2. I like the smell of pencil sharpenings.
3. I have one toenail that isn't polished.
4. My favourite perfume is Eternity but I can't wear it all the time because it gives me hayfever.
5. I used to be an artists' model for TAFE art students. Yes, I was once quite liberated!
6. I turn my music up really loud and dance when I bake.
7. I'm scared of roosters.
That's about as secret as I can be right now. So the fifteen lucky bloggers are:
@MammasaurusBlog
@goodgoogs
@My_Big_Nutshell
@Glowless
@1978rebecca
@altait
@relucthousedad
@KateTakes5
@Holly_Homemaker
@Mid30sLife
@Woogsworld
@ClaireyHewitt
@tara_cain
@WhoaMumma
Phew. Thanks again Viv. And you look smokin' in your new frock!
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
Thumbs down to Sunbeam Customer Service
Yesterday, I rang Sunbeam to confirm that Betty and her motor were still under warranty before taking her off to the mix-master nurse. According to their website, there is a five year warranty on the motor. But I like to double check.
After being on hold for fifteen minutes, I was put through to a woman who didn't sound a day older than eighteen. Ok, maybe twenty.
All started well and, yes, the motor is under warranty. I mentioned that I needed to get my mix-master fixed quickly because I use it a lot. She asked me if I used it for a business.
Me: "If you can call it that."
Her: "There's only fifteen months warranty if it's used for commercial use."
Me: "I bake for a friend's gallery. It doesn't outline different warranties for commercial and domestic use on your website. It states five years for mix-masters. "
Her: "So you're saying it's for a business."
Me: "No. It's not a registered business."
Her: "But you just said it was for a business."
Me: "No. I said 'If you could call it that.' I bake for a friend."
She then started to get a little wound up, and proceeded to talk over the top of me. This got me very wound up. I asked her to stop interupting me, that I was the customer and a very dissatisfied one at that. She started to talk over the top of me again. I asked to talk to her supervisor. She kept talking. I hung up.
I then rang a chap in Wangaratta who services Sunbeam products who was very friendly and helpful, and that if I drove over there he will fix it within the day. Yay for Betty!
Sunbeam, your products are great, but you need to do something about who you hire in customer service. That girl was a snooty, little bitch.
After being on hold for fifteen minutes, I was put through to a woman who didn't sound a day older than eighteen. Ok, maybe twenty.
All started well and, yes, the motor is under warranty. I mentioned that I needed to get my mix-master fixed quickly because I use it a lot. She asked me if I used it for a business.
Me: "If you can call it that."
Her: "There's only fifteen months warranty if it's used for commercial use."
Me: "I bake for a friend's gallery. It doesn't outline different warranties for commercial and domestic use on your website. It states five years for mix-masters. "
Her: "So you're saying it's for a business."
Me: "No. It's not a registered business."
Her: "But you just said it was for a business."
Me: "No. I said 'If you could call it that.' I bake for a friend."
She then started to get a little wound up, and proceeded to talk over the top of me. This got me very wound up. I asked her to stop interupting me, that I was the customer and a very dissatisfied one at that. She started to talk over the top of me again. I asked to talk to her supervisor. She kept talking. I hung up.
I then rang a chap in Wangaratta who services Sunbeam products who was very friendly and helpful, and that if I drove over there he will fix it within the day. Yay for Betty!
Sunbeam, your products are great, but you need to do something about who you hire in customer service. That girl was a snooty, little bitch.
Sunday, 13 November 2011
Where have I been?
No where, really. Just in my kitchen.
Over the last ten days I have occasionally glanced at my computer as it called to me, yearning for the touch of my fingertips on its keyboard. I could feel the gravitational pulls of the blogosphere of which I have had to defy. Honestly, I just haven't had time.
I have been flat out baking. As well as baking for the Gallery, I have baked for a 40th, and an open garden. I am also preparing to cater for a special lunch a friend is having next week.
There is one slight problem. My beloved mixmaster has blown her gears and needs a nurse.
It all happened on Friday afternoon when I was already in a fragile emotional state. There I was, beating away at a red velvet cake when suddenly a sound I had not heard from my 'Betty' became evident, and very loud. That's when the bowl stopped turning. And then, she became very hot! Then nothing.
You may remember me telling you how much I love my mix-master (and yes, I call her Betty). So you will understand why my already fragile emotional state lost composure, and I burst into tears. I rang Mr. H at work and blubbered nonsense before he had to go. So, I wiped away my panda eyes, blew my nose (in a very noisy, Pretty Woman like fashion), and endeavoured to finish the cake. Once it was in the oven, I poured myself a pink gin and, a few minutes later, I poured another. Miraculously, I immediately regained some composure.
The cake, although yummy, did not get the height it should have, and looked rather flat. So I'm not going to show you a picture of it. I will share with you the more successful feats of the week.
Even I'm slobbering now. So that's why my kitchen has been running hot. It's no wonder Betty blew her beaters. Hopefully she'll be fixed in no time so I can attempt this.
Over the last ten days I have occasionally glanced at my computer as it called to me, yearning for the touch of my fingertips on its keyboard. I could feel the gravitational pulls of the blogosphere of which I have had to defy. Honestly, I just haven't had time.
I have been flat out baking. As well as baking for the Gallery, I have baked for a 40th, and an open garden. I am also preparing to cater for a special lunch a friend is having next week.
There is one slight problem. My beloved mixmaster has blown her gears and needs a nurse.
It all happened on Friday afternoon when I was already in a fragile emotional state. There I was, beating away at a red velvet cake when suddenly a sound I had not heard from my 'Betty' became evident, and very loud. That's when the bowl stopped turning. And then, she became very hot! Then nothing.
You may remember me telling you how much I love my mix-master (and yes, I call her Betty). So you will understand why my already fragile emotional state lost composure, and I burst into tears. I rang Mr. H at work and blubbered nonsense before he had to go. So, I wiped away my panda eyes, blew my nose (in a very noisy, Pretty Woman like fashion), and endeavoured to finish the cake. Once it was in the oven, I poured myself a pink gin and, a few minutes later, I poured another. Miraculously, I immediately regained some composure.
The cake, although yummy, did not get the height it should have, and looked rather flat. So I'm not going to show you a picture of it. I will share with you the more successful feats of the week.
WARNING: These pictures may induce mouth-watering, and cause hunger pains!
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| Armenian Nut cakes for the Open Gardens. |
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| Rose water meringues with pistachios |
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| Pink meringue kisses |
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| Macarons for a friend's 40th: rose water with coconut butter cream, vanilla with vanilla butter cream, and pistachio with orange butter cream. |
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| Making my friend's 40th birthday cake. |
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| The finished result. How brilliant am I!!! |
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| Yummo! |
Even I'm slobbering now. So that's why my kitchen has been running hot. It's no wonder Betty blew her beaters. Hopefully she'll be fixed in no time so I can attempt this.
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| Image from here. |
Kidding!!!!!
Saturday is Caption Day!
I'm joining Caption Day today over at Mammasauras. Here's how you play. Post a photo, then your funny, clever, witty readers leave a caption for it. Easy peazy.
Come and play too.
Sunday, 6 November 2011
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
The Gallery: T is for.....
'T' is for tan, or lack of one, for a better phrase.
Yesterday was Melbourne Cup day, and we celebrated by going to a friend's place for the afternoon to scream at the telly and drink some grog. I will fill you in on the fact that I came off night duty yesterday morning having only had two hours sleep the day before thanks to pesky little trick or treaters banging on the front door, waking me up.
So, I had been awake since nine Sunday evening minus two hours sleep. Add sunshine, and lots of pink gin makes Jeanie go "la-di-da-di-da." During my drunken, sleepless haze, I was inspired by a friend's gorgeous tan to create a United Colours of Benetton ad.
Yesterday was Melbourne Cup day, and we celebrated by going to a friend's place for the afternoon to scream at the telly and drink some grog. I will fill you in on the fact that I came off night duty yesterday morning having only had two hours sleep the day before thanks to pesky little trick or treaters banging on the front door, waking me up.
So, I had been awake since nine Sunday evening minus two hours sleep. Add sunshine, and lots of pink gin makes Jeanie go "la-di-da-di-da." During my drunken, sleepless haze, I was inspired by a friend's gorgeous tan to create a United Colours of Benetton ad.
No, that's not over exposure, that's my leg! Sexy ain't it? I'll give you a minute to put your sunnies on. Thank goodness I have a spray tan booked for tomorrow. Do you think United Colours of Benetton would like my campaign?
If you like everything 'T', head over to Tara's at Sticky Fingers, while I'll head off to the beauty salon.
As you can tell, I have sampled the 'Pink Gin in a cask' and obviously it was very yummy as I drank way too much! Adding some lemon and mint makes it even better.
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